This uneasiness permeates my stifling. Needing much and wanting more, never knowing how to go about acquiring. These days it's all so tiresome and I sleep in a shell of fitful partial consciousness. All you have in me is this teetering child, baring her knuckles in the face of anticipation and anxiety. Fighting the invisible enemy has never drained me so thoroughly. I am flushed with a sense of impending doom and I know that hour by hour its increase weighs heavy, then heavier....but I know a light. From within it flickers. Like a string pulling from the center of my chest it lifts and combats the burden bearing down. If only for an instant, if just a modicum of reprieve, I am gifted the glimpse of something enduring spun of hearts and bones.